E/N Last chapter, guys! After this I'll be posting the Editor's Note that I originally wrote for this fanfic, with Agent0002's longtime profile pic as the header photo, but otherwise this fic is done! Hope you enjoyed it, and be sure to check out some of the fanfics I actually wrote, too!

DISCLAIMER: This story is not mine. It is the brainchild of my amazing friend Agent0002, and as its editor, I am republishing it with permission.

Otis looked back and forth between the unconscious girls helplessly. As he wondered what to do, a dark-haired girl in a blue poodle skirt walked by carrying a tray with two milkshakes. Impulsively he grabbed them and dumped their contents on the girls. Olympia and Oona sat bolt upright, coughing and sputtering.

Olympia wiped the sticky mess off​ her glasses and shook out her hands. "What was that for?!"

Oona looked sadly at the strawberry stains forming on her clothes. "My dress."

Otis shrugged, palms up. "You passed out! What was I supposed to do?"

"I really liked this dress."

"Maybe try to wake us up without​ the use of a liquid? Or at least use something clear and not sticky!" Olympia cried indignantly.

"It took me eight weeks to design this dress, not to mention the time it took to​ add the techn—hey wait, why did we pass out?"

Otis turned his attention from his partner and gestured over his shoulder. "Olive and Oscar were kissing."

Oona suddenly forgot about the milkshake on her dress and leapt to her feet. "Awwwwwww! Olympia, look​ at this."

Olympia apprehensively stood up and peeked at the slow-dancing couple. "Oh come on, how cliche is that?"

"What?"

"The couple gets back together and dances off into the moonlight.​ I'm telling you, this is a bad fanfiction. Why don't we just play 'The Time of My Life' and roll the end credits?"

"Olympia, I'm pretty sure that's a song from the 1980s written for a movie set in the 196—" Otis began, but was cut off by the song in question.

"Ha!" Olympia exclaimed, pointing at the ceiling. "I bet this is the author's way of attempting to add in a clever sort of end-credit thank-you section...thingy!"

Oona laughed awkwardly. "No, it's just that I hijacked the DJ booth. My OddPod must be on shuffle."

"Plot device," Olympia mumbled under her breath.

"Hmm?"

"Nothing! Welp, we have a long list of credits here, so may as well get started."

Otis looked at her, mouth pressed into a straight line. Oona raised an eyebrow.

"Full Circle by: Agent0002."

"Agent B?" Otis asked skeptically.

Oona furrowed her eyebrows, then a look of clarity passed over her face. "Ah, maybe it's Agent Aa! Wait, that doesn't explain the zeroes though..."

"The author would like to thank everyone who was kind enough to read and/or review this story. Abby, Ravenpuff, Aliceine, Newworlds, Swimmer918, and so many others have kept her going through every chapter."

Oona shot a glance at Otis. "Is she always like this?"

"Only when she's frustrated."

"She would also like to give an extra special thanks to Lilac-kat, who allowed her to use Olive and Oscar's backstory from her perspective. Hey wait, Lilac-kat is the one who broke Olive and Otto up? Why in the world would she—?"

"Hokay partner, I think you've had enough matchmaking for now," Otis said, putting a firm hand on her shoulder.

"But they—!" She struggled to break free.

"Yup, mission accomplished, let's go have some fun." Oona tugged her lapels twice, switching her dress to a lab coat and back again (the stains disappearing in the process), then zapped herself and Olympia with the Mess-clean-up-inator. "Who wants milkshakes? My treat."

Olympia looked at her, eyebrow raised. "Oona, the milkshakes are free."

"Precisely!" she sang, popping up behind the partners and steering them towards the milkshake bar. Olympia threw up her hands.

"Make mine a double."

Oona elbowed her. "Oh come on, admit it. They're a pretty cute couple."

Olympia smirked. "Only when you admit that my binders are much better organized than your PowerPoint."

Oswald's green Chuck Taylors squeaked against the tiles as she skidded around the corner. "Did I miss it?" she gasped.

"I'm afraid so," O'Daniel replied with a shrug.

She sunk into a swivel chair dejectedly and watched her boss sway to the music with Olive. "Well, how did the mission go?"

"Definitely not according to plan. Ms. O saw an old friend and had to leave early on. Then Otto had to go to the bathroom, and he got sidetracked on the way back by some blonde girl. Not sure who she is, think I heard him call her Opal, though. Oh, and then a villain smashed into the side of the surveillance truck and broke everything and the scientist girl, Oona, had to go fix it."

"Well that's a minor setback." Oswald replied sarcastically.

"But it turns out the villain is actually pretty nice and everything worked out okay and Olive and Oscar decided to get back together. I think."

"You think?"

"I mean, I didn't hear all of the details, but—" he smirked "—it ended something like this." In one fluid movement, the security officer swept Oswald's swivel chair around.

And brought his lips to hers.